by Selena Kitt
I gulped. Damn, he was right. I’d started ignoring him in favor of a fantasy life with his friend. I remembered falling asleep at night, wondering how it’d feel to be in Kade’s bed. How his hands would feel on my body. Fuck! The break-up had been my fault. Silly, silly me.
“I’m sorry,” I finally said before slumping against Noah’s chest.
* * * *
Kade had thoughtfully slipped to the bathroom while I slid off of Noah. Wincing slightly, I settled on the bed, Noah’s hands automatically wrapping around my back.
“What now?” I asked, feeling tired all of a sudden.
“What do you want?” he countered.
I bit my lip, stopping myself from shouting ‘You!’. “I love you, Noah. But…I’m not sure we’re meant to be together.”
“Is that what you really think or what you think I want to hear?”
I blinked. Damn man who knew me too well. “What if we get back together and it ends up like before?”
“I’ve already thought of that. I think it’d be best if Kade gets to, ah, remain a part of our relationship.”
Heat spread through me. “You mean what exactly? As an extra lover?”
“Yeah. Or we could share you, like tonight, on a weekly basis or something.”
“Orgy night!” I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. “You know this is completely nuts, right?”
He shrugged. “I don’t care as long as I get to keep you.”
My mouth opened then snapped shut. That was probably the nicest thing he’d said to me in a long, long time. Draping my arms around his neck, I pulled his head down and whispered against his lips, “I love you.”
He replied, “I love you too,” before claiming my mouth for an intense kiss.
Chapter Eight
That’s why when Kade reappeared on the bed, I didn’t blink when his lips found mine. I turned and fell into his arms, loving the way he felt—loving it even more when Noah’s chest cradled my back. I never thought I’d enjoy a threesome so much, had never even thought what it’d feel like to be with two men at the same time. But it was heaven. And that was because they cared.
I knew it in my heart. It wasn’t just sex, it was more than that.
I wrapped another condom over Kade’s cock and straddled him. I took my time but it seemed easier this time around. I took him all in and even if I felt stretched to the limit, the feeling was decidedly arousing. I felt full. Or so I thought…
* * * *
I changed my mind when Noah pushed his way in. It hurt and yet, I surprisingly didn’t care. I could feel Kade pulsing inside me, already taking so much space. He’d stopped thrusting thankfully and had clamped his hands on my hips. He was holding me still, or maybe he was holding himself still. Who knew? All I could do though was hold on for the ride.
Noah groaned behind me, his breath hitting my neck in short gasps. He was going very slowly, his cock pushing at the rim of muscles. Already I could feel my body stretching open to accommodate him. Oh god, I wasn’t sure it was gonna fit.
We’d experimented before of course. He’d been so insistent over the months, wanting to show me how good it could be. I hadn’t wanted to tell him no, as stupid as that sounded. I’d found myself accepting one then two fingers inside me. A lubed-up toy. Then a bigger one. He’d always taken care to play with me as he stretched my rose, licking at my clit or teasing my pussy with his tongue. And the thing was…I’d come each and every damn time. I’d learned to love that never-ending pressure. We’d never gone as far as this however. He’d never put his cock inside me. Not past that rim of muscles that just didn’t want to let him in. Oh hell!
“Shh.” Kade interrupted my wandering thoughts. He nudged my face up and kissed me. Our tongues battled for dominance, his fingers pinching my nipples at the same time. I knew he was doing this so that I didn’t tense up, letting Noah do his thing but still…it felt good. I even managed to forget about Noah for a second until he pushed his way in.
He was in! Oh god. Oh god.
My body tensed again. Kade’s cock was so big Noah had to literally force his way in. I could feel them both inside me, only a thin membrane separating them. It was incredible and so out there I wondered for a second if I wasn’t dreaming it all.
Then they started thrusting. Together. In time. I could feel them rub against each other inside me, the feeling so weird I nearly burst apart. This was freaky!
* * * *
This was heaven! My skin felt too tight for my body. It was as if every part of me was rubbed raw. Inside and out. Both men kept groaning as they moved in unison, their movements so coordinated I suddenly wondered how many times they’d done this before. Guess I’d have to ask them later.
Noah’s hands slid up my sides until he was cupping my breasts from behind. And because Kade didn’t want to disappoint either, his left hand found its way between our two sweaty bodies. The pad of one finger stretched until it was rubbing against my clit. In time also with their thrusts.
This was it!
I went flying, screaming until my voice went hoarse.
Apparently I tightened around them so much, they came straight away. Grunting and swearing, their fingers biting into my skin, they emptied themselves inside me. Their cum and my juices mingled together as they pooled onto the disturbed sheet beneath us.
It took us a good five minutes to disentangle ourselves from one another. I yelped when Noah slid out of me, yelped some more when I moved off of Kade. I fell onto the bed soon followed by my two partners in crime. My two lovers.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face, sandwiched between my two men.
About Emma Hillman
Emma Hillman never plans her stories. She just lets the characters have fun and hopes the ending will make sense. It usually does.
She lives in Paris with a husband, a toddler and two loud pets. She speaks several languages but only reads books in English because she says it sounds better. She’s been running her fiction web site for years and has made many friends and fans across the world, and is very thankful for their continued support and inspiration.
Between working full-time and taking care of her family and house, she can be found reading fiction, cooking or watching Playhouse Disney—don’t ask.
WIFE SANDWICH
By Giselle Renarde
I can’t believe I’m actually going to tell this story. I’m still pretty amazed it happened at all. See, a couple years ago my youngest sister Rachel played soccer for her High School’s team. I’d finished school by that time, but I often came to her games to cheer her on. Well, I actually did more reading than cheering, but the fact that I was sitting in the bleachers at all meant a lot to my little sister.
I noticed Steve at the first game I attended, partly because the sunlight was reflecting off of his bald head and partly because he was the only other person sitting alone. Steve was the father of one of the girls on Rachel’s team, so I got to see him at every game. I’m generally cautious around new people, but I took to Steve right away because he seemed so shy. He was an intellectual sort with a toned physique. I’ve always had a thing for older men who work out.
At first, Steve and I would discuss the books we were reading. Eventually, our conversations became more intimate. Steve told me how lonely he felt in his marriage. He worked from home as a technical writer and was fairly deprived of human interaction. He told me he used to look forward to six o’clock, when his executive wife Helen arrived home from work. Over the past five years, though, Helen had been working later and later into the evenings. When she finally arrived home, she was always too exhausted to pay him any attention. I felt very close to Steve because he confided in me. Soon, the intense attraction developing between us grew glaringly apparent.
At the end of each soccer game, Steve and I would go our separate ways, he with his daughter and I with my sister. One day, after our team’s four-one victory against Tecumseh Collegiate, I wrote my address down on a scrap of paper. I didn
’t have to work the following Friday. Could he come over?
He knew what the invitation implied. I remember Steve staring down at my address and saying he would have to think about it. When he arrived on my doorstep that Friday at two o’clock, I was overjoyed. I really wasn’t sure if he would come or not. I took the man straight into my bedroom, stripped off his clothes and rode his cock until he flipped me onto my back and pummelled me with penetrations. It was the most frenzied, passionate encounter I’d ever experienced. I’m now convinced bookworms have the best sex.
Steve and I continued seeing each other every Friday afternoon. By the time he arrived at my house, we were both so hot for each other. We almost never remembered to lock the front door before heading to the bedroom…or the living room, or kitchen or wherever. One Friday in May, Steve sat on my sofa while I devoured his cock. Suddenly, the front door flew open. I just about had a heart attack. Who would walk into my house unannounced? I froze, thinking it might be a family member or a friend of mine. No such luck. The woman at the door was stylish, with short blondy hair and a professional demeanour. I’d never seen her before, but she seemed perfectly confident she was in the right place.
Though I had no idea who she was, Steve certainly did. He froze as I clutched his cock. His body trembled. He stammered, “Helen, what are you doing here?”
I would be lying if I said I was shocked. When you hook up with a married guy, you always half expect his wife to show up. At least she wasn’t wielding anything more dangerous than a cell phone. Actually, the thing that most surprised me was her good looks. Steve had never told me his wife was so lovely and curvaceous. I’d figured she was just another dowdy old woman…who was going to kill me.
Though I braced myself for a thrashing, this Helen woman didn’t seem angry at all. She only said, “I found this scrap of paper in your contacts book, Steven. I figured it must be your girlfriend’s address, since it was the only one I didn’t recognize.”
Clever woman.
Of course, Steve could hardly deny what was going on. He’d literally been caught with his pants down. Without missing a beat, he started telling Helen how sorry he was, he never should have started this up, he was a terrible husband, that sort of thing. Much to my astonishment, Helen wouldn’t hear it. She wasn’t interested in his excuses. I was still sitting on the floor at that point. Helen simply walked into my living room and sat down beside her husband on the sofa. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, so I sat up on the coffee table. At least that way I was at eye level with them.
“I’ve known about this for ages,” she told us. “I’m not about to tear a strip off you, don’t worry.” She admitted she was never home, and they barely spoke even when she was. Helen understood why Steve might look elsewhere for fulfillment. She looked straight at me and said, “I’ve never been much good at all this sex stuff. Never had much time for it, really. Never thought it was important. But I can see that my husband thinks it is, so I’m willing to give it another go.”
Steve apologized once again, but Helen told him not to be silly. Looking over at me in my black satin dressing gown, she said in a thoroughly business-like tone, “I came here today for a reason. I’m guessing that Steve likes whatever it is that you do, so I want you to teach me how to do it. I’ll pay you, if that’s what Steve does.”
My mouth went dry. She thought I was a hooker? I was taken aback at the thought of being paid for sex…and also a little titillated by it. My skin tingled. With a burst of energy, I agreed to take Helen on as my student. Of course, I had no idea how to teach someone to be good in bed. Should I begin with theory or technique?
Pacing the living room, I wondered how to begin. What qualities made for a good lover? What did I give Steve that made him feel so damned awesome? Eureka! “The only way to have really incredible sex is to be a truly desirous partner. Steve and I have great sex because we’re so hot for each other. Half the fun of it, for me, is watching Steve get off on me getting off on him. Do you know what I mean?”
Helen stared at me with a blank expression across her face. She had no idea what I was talking about. Steve understood. He told his wife, “I would never want to make love with you if you didn’t want it as well. There’s nothing sexy about that. The best part of it is in knowing your partner is really aroused by what you’re doing.”
When I asked Helen what turned her on, she seemed perplexed. She’d been focusing on other aspects of her life for so many years she’d pushed sex into some hidden corner of her consciousness. The solution was obvious. Helen didn’t need to figure out how to give Steve pleasure, she needed to remember how to receive it.
I whispered in Steve’s ear. He whispered back. She looked on. We conspired to help Helen remember how good sex can feel. When we shared our plan with her, she was only too happy to go along. We were going to stimulate her so generously she’d beg Steve for more.
I ran to the bedroom to grab a vibrator and some lube. By the time I got back to the living room, Steve had already stripped his wife of her silk scarf and used it to cover her eyes. With Helen standing in front of my sofa, Steve and I removed her suit jacket and her pants. Her clothing held the aroma of cigarettes, but her hair and her skin smelled of elegant perfume. Getting in behind her, I ran my hands along her arms. I touched her breasts and her stomach overtop of her silky blouse. Steve grabbed her legs. He squeezed her ass. I watched as he rubbed his fingers against his wife’s mound, stimulating her clit over her sensible underwear.
Slowly, I unbuttoned her blouse, touching the skin underneath with my fingertips. No easy task, considering I was standing behind her. Her matronly bra would be easier. As I unclasped it, Steve removed her underwear. The heat from her back warmed my front. She was naked now, except for the gold chain around her neck. I knew exactly where to start. Women love nuzzled necks. When I leaned in and kissed the chain around hers, her knees buckled. She fell backwards onto the sofa, with me to cushion her fall.
As she landed in my lap, I thought I’d be crushed. I was wrong. She was heavy, but not too heavy. In fact, there was something pleasing about her weight on my body. Her ass pressed on my thighs. She was hot. She was buck bare. What else could I do? I ran my hands around her full, naked breasts. Her body seized in response. She needed to relax, and what could relax a girl better than some good vibrations? I told Steve to rev up my favourite toy. A good vibe is a good investment.
I cupped Helen’s breasts while Steve slathered her pussy lips in lube. He massaged his wife’s mound with the wet stuff on his fingers until she started moaning a little bit. Time to squeeze her big boobs together. I glanced over her shoulder as she slid a touch toward Steve. The sight of her full cleavage was really turning me on, and I could feel my own nipples harden against her back.
Steve fired up the large cock-shaped vibe as he sat up on the sofa beside us. When he set the bad boy length-wise against his wife’s pussy lips she reacted positively, to say the least. Helen wriggled as I played with her huge tits. She pushed her whole body up against the raging vibrator, which gave me a chance to get my legs into a more comfortable position. Steve rubbed the vibe against Helen’s clit. She moaned louder. As she writhed against it, her nice butt inadvertently massaged my drooling pussy. I pinched the woman’s nipples. I twisted them and she cried out. I told Steve to rub harder with the vibe. The harder he rubbed, the more Helen thrust against it. The more she thrust, the greater the sensation of her fleshy ass against my clit.
“I want you, Steve!” Helen cried.
We hadn’t expected our plan to work so fast. I smiled at Steve. Leaning back against my deep sofa with Helen still on top of me, I motioned for him to position himself in front of his wife. When I removed the silk scarf veiling her eyes, Helen growled. She grabbed her husband and kissed him wildly. I admit, my heart sank a little bit when she seized his hard cock. It had become delightfully familiar over the past few months. His body had been mine to play with, but it wasn’t mine to keep.
Helen pulled o
n her husband’s cock as he crept closer and closer to her. I couldn’t watch when he rammed it in her wet pussy. Bad enough I had to hear their contented sighs. I thought this might be a good time to duck out, but when I tried to escape from under the couple, I found myself stuck. A pang of claustrophobic jealousy hit, but it didn’t last long. Really, how could I be unhappy? I was getting absolutely trampled by the fornicating duo on top of me but, boy, did it feel good! Every time Steve lunged forward into his wife, the motion of her ass thrilled my clit. I rubbed myself against her bare butt. Between she and me, my satin dressing gown massaged my pussy lips. I was getting more out of this than I ever would have imagined.
With one hand on Helen’s breast, I stroked the woman’s clit. I could feel Steve’s slippery cock diving between my greedy little fingers as he penetrated his wife. They both gasped. Steve thrust with renewed intensity. The pressure on my clit was indescribable as our combined efforts brought the revitalized woman to a loud and frenzied climax. As she bounced on my body, I wrapped my feet around her open legs. Her butt really gave it to my juicy pussy. I grabbed her boobs to keep her going. I never imagined I could get off on a man’s curvy wife’s ass, but the proof is in the orgasm. I came like crazy, rubbing my clit on her bouncing body.
When Helen and I had both quieted down, Steve pulled out of his exhausted wife. I figured he must have come too, but I was wrong. He placed his wet cock in my hand. Getting a tight grip, I tugged until it shot hot cum. Steve’s healthy white jism landed across Helen’s breasts. It dripped down her curvaceous belly as she laughed riotously.
“Ah, my husband!” she said, leaning forward to kiss his lips. I couldn’t watch. Helen was crushing me. I had to get out from under her.
They dressed in front of me. I wrapped my robe tighter around my little body as I watched. Helen told me I was a great teacher, but I refused to take her money. I’d taught a woman to find pleasure in her body. I ought to feel great about myself. Why was I so apprehensive? What did I think would happen after they left? Well, I wouldn’t continue seeing Steve. That went without saying. Now that our affair was out in the open, it wasn’t even that appealing an idea anyway. Putting on a false smile, I proclaimed Helen cured of her affliction and sent her home in her husband’s care.